Frustration

If you have a bizarre dictionary and look up the definition of “frustration” you’ll get a description of this weekend.

Yesterday it pissed down with rain all day meaning I couldn’t get my bike repairs done. Today it’s a glorious day, I’ve done the repairs and the brakes are still fucked. Practically worse than before.

So I now have to take the bike in to Edinburgh to put it into a workshop because all the shops around me are shut on Sunday and I can’t get home from work in time to take it in during the week. This means I’ll be wasting a couple of hours while I could be out running instead.

Oh well, I’ve give the Cohens a call and at least I might be able to meet up with them while they’re over. I’m certainly going for a long run this evening for frustration venting.